02-09-2025, 08:59 PM
He watched all the thoughts moving around behind her eyes, albeit not in a way that particularly suggested he was paying attention. Zeke always looked comfortable here, and now was no different. He stretched a hand behind his head, luxuriating deep into the cushions. When he spoke of need, it was to goad her stubborn nature – Tatyana wasn’t the sort to go easily down a path. He wouldn’t stop her going to Kallisti if it was what she chose for herself, but he had no intention of handing her off to learn someplace that might earn her loyalty in the process. Guidance from others helped ease the Sickness, but it wasn’t the only way to survive.
He shrugged at her declaration. But he knew the seeds were already taking root. Tatyana didn’t want to rely on others.
She was direct in her questioning. Apparently she hadn’t forgotten that little moment, or the promise between them. Zeke smiled as he took another drag. “How did the fighting make you feel?” he asked.
He shrugged at her declaration. But he knew the seeds were already taking root. Tatyana didn’t want to rely on others.
She was direct in her questioning. Apparently she hadn’t forgotten that little moment, or the promise between them. Zeke smiled as he took another drag. “How did the fighting make you feel?” he asked.
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